I Love T-Shirts and Jeans
(c) Hannah Hillier 2011
Sunday 5 June 2011
Wednesday 16 February 2011
A poem of Love
It hits you like a wave with energy and power,
And gives a new life like the scent of a flower.
The overwhelming glow embraced around their souls,
Illuminates the room in which they aim their goals.
The biggest goal of all a family with a child;
He touches her face so gently and mild.
The love from deep within is slowly growing stronger,
They long to be together a few more moments longer.
Upon the hill they sit, and watch the yachts sail by,
Wishing for this moment to never fade or die.
She looks at him and smiles, her eyes so aglow,
Her heart is willing to let her feelings flow.
He sees her eyes and touches her heart,
From this moment on they are never to part.
They lie embracing each other, for a while they sleep,
They dream of a love, so warm and so deep.
As the couple awake, they see the sun set,
Remembering the day, they will never forget.
Together the precious couple will form as one,
Their journey in life together, has now begun.
(c) Hannah Hillier 1999
And gives a new life like the scent of a flower.
The overwhelming glow embraced around their souls,
Illuminates the room in which they aim their goals.
The biggest goal of all a family with a child;
He touches her face so gently and mild.
The love from deep within is slowly growing stronger,
They long to be together a few more moments longer.
Upon the hill they sit, and watch the yachts sail by,
Wishing for this moment to never fade or die.
She looks at him and smiles, her eyes so aglow,
Her heart is willing to let her feelings flow.
He sees her eyes and touches her heart,
From this moment on they are never to part.
They lie embracing each other, for a while they sleep,
They dream of a love, so warm and so deep.
As the couple awake, they see the sun set,
Remembering the day, they will never forget.
Together the precious couple will form as one,
Their journey in life together, has now begun.
(c) Hannah Hillier 1999
Bottles and Barmats
Bottles and barmats,
"that could be a song!"
The conservative club anthem
Excitedly proclaimed John
So i'll write my little note,
Include a few, it won't take long,
See who you can spot
In my conservative club song.
Theres one or two pop into mind
One who falls asleep,
Sometimes cheating death
When he falls down in a heap.
Then there's some on the committee,
Who think they run the place!
When we all know it's the barmaids
But when they're pregnant, there's not much space!
That's the trouble with the con Club
Its known as the con club curse
The female staff get pregnant
not the male ones, that would be a first!
Although, some look as if they are with child,
When we all know it's the beer!
The look of trepidation
When closing time is near!
We all know the regulars
And the jukebox songs they play
The same things over and over
Every single day!
Theres whiskey is the jar
Playing over and over again
It's a wonder those numbers still work
And the customers don't complain!
Then there's sweet home Alabama,
Playing "all summer long"
And winter, spring and autumn
Yep, he surely loves that song!
On Karaoke night
the whole place comes alive
Packed in with little elbow room
It's buzzing like a hive
Waiting to sing their songs
Some good and some... Well.... Not
But who could forget Lilly the Pink
Another drink? Yes, I'll need a lot!
Drink up please!
the bar is closed!
Just one more?
A phrase always proposed!
But the the bar staff aren't as drunk as you
They haven't had a few
They want to go to bed
And they've still got lots to do.
Like the bottles and barmats
Yes it's now a song
The conservative club anthem,
Once proclaimed by John.
(c) Hannah Hillier 2011
"that could be a song!"
The conservative club anthem
Excitedly proclaimed John
So i'll write my little note,
Include a few, it won't take long,
See who you can spot
In my conservative club song.
Theres one or two pop into mind
One who falls asleep,
Sometimes cheating death
When he falls down in a heap.
Then there's some on the committee,
Who think they run the place!
When we all know it's the barmaids
But when they're pregnant, there's not much space!
That's the trouble with the con Club
Its known as the con club curse
The female staff get pregnant
not the male ones, that would be a first!
Although, some look as if they are with child,
When we all know it's the beer!
The look of trepidation
When closing time is near!
We all know the regulars
And the jukebox songs they play
The same things over and over
Every single day!
Theres whiskey is the jar
Playing over and over again
It's a wonder those numbers still work
And the customers don't complain!
Then there's sweet home Alabama,
Playing "all summer long"
And winter, spring and autumn
Yep, he surely loves that song!
On Karaoke night
the whole place comes alive
Packed in with little elbow room
It's buzzing like a hive
Waiting to sing their songs
Some good and some... Well.... Not
But who could forget Lilly the Pink
Another drink? Yes, I'll need a lot!
Drink up please!
the bar is closed!
Just one more?
A phrase always proposed!
But the the bar staff aren't as drunk as you
They haven't had a few
They want to go to bed
And they've still got lots to do.
Like the bottles and barmats
Yes it's now a song
The conservative club anthem,
Once proclaimed by John.
(c) Hannah Hillier 2011
My Uncle Jim
My uncle Jim was a funny man,
He always made us laugh.
Which is why I've written this poem,
Just a small paragraph,
Of some of the things I remember
From the times I spent with Jim
The things he used to tell me,
And what I've learned from him.
From the time I was a child
I remember watching in awe,
Of the time he played the spoons,
I'd never seen such a thing before.
I sometimes took him shopping,
Down to Mary's shop,
A loaf of bread, some sausages
And biscuits with chocolate on the top.
And don't forget the cigarettes
He couldn't be without those,
Or you'd find yourself back down the shop
Before they'd have to close.
One morning I woke up
And looked out over to Gelli Farm,
Strange circles were in the field there
Like extra-terrestrial charm.
We had no idea what they were
So we mentioned it to Jim.
"Fairy rings" he said straight away
But could we believe him?
My grandad looked it up
In the collins English gem:
"a ring of dark grass caused by fungi"
He was right, you can't condemn.
If you drove down the pant hill
He might have left you squinting.
He would always start off at a walk
And the gradient would leave him sprinting!
Well he used to blame the gradient...
But this idea I might snub....
As we all know Jim was in a hurry
For the Plasycoed Pub!
"hollow legs" they used to call him
I've no idea why!
Though he used to put a few away
And then home up the hill he'd fly!
The photo on the booklet
Is Jim on someones bike
It always made me laugh,
But that was what Jim was always like.
I will remember him with a smile
And I'm sure all you will too.
Keep your memories close
And Jim will always be with you.
(c) Hannah Hillier 2010
He always made us laugh.
Which is why I've written this poem,
Just a small paragraph,
Of some of the things I remember
From the times I spent with Jim
The things he used to tell me,
And what I've learned from him.
From the time I was a child
I remember watching in awe,
Of the time he played the spoons,
I'd never seen such a thing before.
I sometimes took him shopping,
Down to Mary's shop,
A loaf of bread, some sausages
And biscuits with chocolate on the top.
And don't forget the cigarettes
He couldn't be without those,
Or you'd find yourself back down the shop
Before they'd have to close.
One morning I woke up
And looked out over to Gelli Farm,
Strange circles were in the field there
Like extra-terrestrial charm.
We had no idea what they were
So we mentioned it to Jim.
"Fairy rings" he said straight away
But could we believe him?
My grandad looked it up
In the collins English gem:
"a ring of dark grass caused by fungi"
He was right, you can't condemn.
If you drove down the pant hill
He might have left you squinting.
He would always start off at a walk
And the gradient would leave him sprinting!
Well he used to blame the gradient...
But this idea I might snub....
As we all know Jim was in a hurry
For the Plasycoed Pub!
"hollow legs" they used to call him
I've no idea why!
Though he used to put a few away
And then home up the hill he'd fly!
The photo on the booklet
Is Jim on someones bike
It always made me laugh,
But that was what Jim was always like.
I will remember him with a smile
And I'm sure all you will too.
Keep your memories close
And Jim will always be with you.
(c) Hannah Hillier 2010
Hannah Loves Thomas
Having you, to be with me,
And never letting go,
No one could ever see or be,
No one could ever know.
As you and I are strong together,
Holding on to each other forever and ever.
Loving you has many joys
On and on forever,
Vast oceans couldn't stop us now
Even if they tried.
Soaring high - just you and I.
Together our love shall grow as one
Having to never let go.
Over the years we'll have so much fun
My laughter will flow and flow.
And that's just why I will love you always
Staying together, till the end of our days.
(c) Hannah Hillier 2000
And never letting go,
No one could ever see or be,
No one could ever know.
As you and I are strong together,
Holding on to each other forever and ever.
Loving you has many joys
On and on forever,
Vast oceans couldn't stop us now
Even if they tried.
Soaring high - just you and I.
Together our love shall grow as one
Having to never let go.
Over the years we'll have so much fun
My laughter will flow and flow.
And that's just why I will love you always
Staying together, till the end of our days.
(c) Hannah Hillier 2000
Love
Every time I touch your face
And see the warmth in your eyes
Your tender kiss, your gentle ways
Just makes me realise:
The love we share together
Is more precious than the sun,
As long as we're together
Our hearts will beat as one.
(c) Hannah Hillier 2000
And see the warmth in your eyes
Your tender kiss, your gentle ways
Just makes me realise:
The love we share together
Is more precious than the sun,
As long as we're together
Our hearts will beat as one.
(c) Hannah Hillier 2000
I Love T-Shirts and Jeans
There are dresses and stockings and jewels,
And we have to follow the rules,
Of whether it's boobs or it's legs
The questions we conjour just begs,
But what I love most aren't these things,
Shoulder pads, corsets or earrings,
The simpler things are it seems,
Are my favourite t-shirt and Jeans.
They see me through all of the day
Walking and cleaning and play
There's one thing for certain it seems,
I do love my t-shirts and jeans.
Dressed up with a great pair of heels,
You look good at the time, then it feels...
Like your feet are about to abscond,
And try dipping your feet in a pond.
What looks best with your jeans are good socks
I'm not one for lotions and potions or frocks
No just give me the ways and the means,
To buy lots of good t-shirts and jeans!
(c) Hannah Hillier 2011
And we have to follow the rules,
Of whether it's boobs or it's legs
The questions we conjour just begs,
But what I love most aren't these things,
Shoulder pads, corsets or earrings,
The simpler things are it seems,
Are my favourite t-shirt and Jeans.
They see me through all of the day
Walking and cleaning and play
There's one thing for certain it seems,
I do love my t-shirts and jeans.
Dressed up with a great pair of heels,
You look good at the time, then it feels...
Like your feet are about to abscond,
And try dipping your feet in a pond.
What looks best with your jeans are good socks
I'm not one for lotions and potions or frocks
No just give me the ways and the means,
To buy lots of good t-shirts and jeans!
(c) Hannah Hillier 2011
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